I spent my lifetime wishin' the waitress would come around Tellin' jokes and shootin' pool on the other side of town When the whistle blows at five o'clock there's only one place I'll be found Down at Ernie's icehouse liftin' longnecks to that good old country sound And talkin' 'bout the good old times Braggin' on how it used to be But I've worn out the same old lines

And now it seems nothing's news to me There's nothin' like a steel guitar cryin' in the night There's nothin' like a sawdust floor and a good old friendly fight I'd finally find my way back home and you'd patch up my face But that was another time and another place

And now we're talkin' 'bout the good old times... I wonder how I came to be the know-it-all I am And how the world ever got used to me